Chapter Text
As Katsuki sat on the couch of the common room, he scrolled through his phone. Kirishima’s imedigram appeared, and a picture of the class, well, the class minus him and a few of the quieter kids, was captioned Manliest people I know! So happy to spend time with them!
They had all gone out, Katsuki doesn’t know where, it wasn’t in the location tab, nor had anyone asked if he’d come for him to guess. The picture revealed nothing either, they were just standing in front of a plain white wall. For all he knew, they could just be somewhere in the dorms. Obviously, they weren’t though, he’d have heard them from a mile away if they were.
He hears a small cough from the corner of the room, and it pulls him from his thoughts as he looks up from his phone. There's a small figure with blueish-white hair and red eyes staring back at him.
“What’s up with you?” he asks roughly as the girl hides behind the kitchen counter.
“D-do you know when Deku will be back?” she asks quietly, “Mr. Aizawa said he was supposed to look after me tonight.”
That idiot forgot he was supposed to look after the squirt? Isn’t he the one who proposed he look after her when the sloth was out?
“Not a clue kid.”
“O-oh,” she sighed, then there was a light growl.
“When’s the last time you ate pipsqueak?” he asks.
“Um, I had a snack around 3?”
He sighs and gets up from his spot on the couch, heading towards the girl in the kitchen. She steps back as he gets near, but he ignores her and continues on to the pantry. He pulls out the maple syrup and two pieces of bread then sticks them in the toaster. He probably shouldn’t be giving a kid sugar when it’s ten o’clock at night, but it’s quick and easy, and he’ll just make her a healthy breakfast in the morning.
Wait-
In the morning? This kid's Deku’s problem, and he wants nothing to do with her, it must be the fact he’s usually asleep by now getting to him. The toast pops up and he grabs a plate, drops the pieces on, then covers them in syrup. He hands the girl the plate, some utensils, and a glass. She can pour her own drink.
“Thank you Kaachan,” she might as well have whispered.
“Kaachan?” he spits.
“That’s what Deku calls you, is it not your name?” she asks.
“Fu-Gods no! That idiot made that name up when we were brats! Don’t even know if he can say my name anyway!” he admonishes.
“So…what should I call you?” she questioned while pouring a glass of milk slowly from the small carton so as not to spill it.
“The name's Bakugou Katsuki,” his chest puffed out proudly, just a little.
“Kat?”
“Kat!? I’m not a d*mn cat!”
“You kind of act like one,” Eri said as her head tilted to the side.
Bakugou simply walked to bed.
When Eri finished eating, she’d find a small note next to her.
3rd room on the fourth floor, Pipsqueak.
She made sure to remember that.
-
The two red-eyed children would run into a similar problem once, twice, and three times more over the course of the next two weeks. It didn’t really make sense to Bakugou. How the group could simply forget about the little girl. She left an impact on whoever she spoke to, a positive one at that. And this was coming from Bakugou . Each time the green hair boy, Round Cheeks, Frog face, whoevers turn it was, were to look after the small girl, she’d come looking for him saying they weren’t in.
“Did you ask any of the other extras? Ojirou, Kouda heck, even that copying b*stard might know where they are,” he asked one night while sitting at his desk.
Unlike what most thought, his room was not covered in blacks and greens, or the orange that covered his hero suit. It wasn’t a mess that the others would say match his personality, there wasn’t a crazy amount of trophies people thought he’d keep to show his success.
Instead, the sheets and curtain were beige and dark browns. They might simply look bland and studious on most days, but at night he’d turn the small warm lights that hung around his room on. As unlike himself as the style was, it did calm him down to just sit and stare at it for a while.
“I did,” the girl sitting on his bed, reading a book, replied. “No one’s seen them tonight. Though I already knew Deku wouldn’t be here, he told me after that first night we met, he was sorry, and that he talked to Aizawa about it but it might happen a bit more often.”
“What’s up with the nerd?” Bakugou asked, turning around. The girl looked up from the book in her lap before responding.
“Something to do with All might.”
Of course the twig was keeping the boy from his responsibilities. Bakugou simply hummed in response. There was a knock on the door before it opened. A green mop of hair walked through the door and smiled at Eri before turning to look at Bakugou.
“Speak of the devil, and he doth appear,” Bakugou murmured.
“Eh? You were talking about me?”
Ah, he forgot the nerd had good hearing.
“Yup, absolute sh*t,” Bakugou said, not looking up from the sentence he was writing.
“No way! We’d never talk bad about you Deku!” Eri cheered from her spot on the bed, book falling out for her lap.
Deku chuckled, “Glad to hear that, Eri.”
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Bakugou was returning back from his run when he heard it.
‘Do we really need to study with Bakugou again? He’s so harsh!’
So, should I just sit and wait for you to understand the problems without saying anything?
‘I know right? Then he always dips out for bed at 8? What is he, an old man? Like dude, we’re supposed to be your friends, spend time with us!’
Next time you ask for a movie night, karaoke night, to bake until we drop. I’ll just say no.
‘I get not wanting to be close to anyone, but he doesn’t need to be so mean about it.’
Is that fact you jump on my back, hug me, invade my personal space, and almost barged your way into my room last week…not close enough for you?
-
Something cold ran down his cheek.
Katsuki had never really wanted to create the Baku-sqaud in the first place.